fairy_drowning

[TEXT ID: Flowers are growing inside my body and I wish to be with you so I can cut them out and give that to you. A bouquet of unsaid love is now turning into grief. END ID]

"I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again."

"It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason."

"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

"I am more broken down than recovered. An empty vessel, still intact yet already in the dust among the broken fragments; or already in fragments yet still ranged among those that are intact. Full of lies, hate, and envy. Full of incompetence, stupidity, thickheadedness. Full of laziness, weakness, and helplessness."

"People cry out of fatigue. But how horrible it is to hear someone say, ‘she’s just tired.’ Tired, yes, certainly, but just? There’s nothing just about it."

"This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand."

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

Quote to Owner / Somewhere, There's a Party by Holly Warburton / "The Prophet" Book by Khalil Gibran / Quote to Owner / Spirit Hold by Holly Warburton / "Freak" Book by Jonathan Harnisch

in order to live a happy life, you must romanticize everything (and see a good therapist).

[Text ID: you are under no / obligation to stay in places / you no longer want to be, / even if those places exist only / in your mind and heart. End ID]

"It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long–and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom–and it was all so worth it."

"Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you're done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation."

Since it's the last day of the year, and many people will be sharing their achievements or fulfilled goals but this post is a reminder that it's completely alright if the only thing you did this year was survive and be alive.

[TEXT ID: "Suddenly it's December and you're not 17 anymore. And you haven't been 17 for a very long time, but sometimes you need to remind yourself." END ID]

"Days will pass, and you'll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality."